"please don't,"
i plead as i send the text message,
my hand was shaking,
my mind filled with worries

my vision was filled with clouds;
all of them had rain that were ready to fall
i choked a sob as you texted me what you did
"what kind of friend am i?"

how could something so innocent,
be so deadly?
a piece of metal, made for cutting paper,
has somehow made itself for cutting your skin

the once silver of the sharp edge,
has now been stained by red.
the red of your blood,
that i desperately told you not to spill

"please don't,"
"i'm sorry, but you can't stop me,"
"i can at least try,"
i tried, but i failed

now you live with scars,
that fill your left arm
scars i try to prevent
but i failed to do so